[Instructions for consumption: first person/very different from usual writing style (bow)]
"Short Story"
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You are spring, my love, I want to live, grow old, sick and die in your arms.
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I understand that I can no longer live without you. I have tried to push you away tens of thousands of times, but you can accurately make me fall in love with you again every time. The more desperate I am, the greater the new life you bring to me.
Gradually, I loosened my grip and jumped into your arms.
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Right now, we're dying kissing.
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Intention: You are the voice of the mute and the eyes of the blind
